Oh yes, Rachel wanted it. She wanted it all. She wanted every last drop. And I wanted to cover her face with my white milky seed, I wanted to use my e...ection to smear it all over her face, hair and even rub some into her ears.I pumped more vigorously. Her eyes took on a wanton gleam. A line of spittle began running from the corner of her mouth. I erupted. A thick, white rope of jizm caught her just above the right eyebrow. Her mouth opened in surprise. A second rope jetted out and hit her on. “Good to see you again Marc.”“Yeah, long time. So you finally saw the light of day and stopped getting pussy whipped?”“Uh huh, don’t let’s talk about her; I’m still a little sore about it. Come on get changed and join us in the pool.”We went though the house and into the back yard. John’s mother was sunning herself on a pool lounger, lying face down, wearing a black bikini with the top unfastened. Her blond hair was tied up in a ponytail. I have always been entranced by her large freckled. She turned back and said, “Play with my clit.” Play I did, as I continued to attack her slit with my oral weapon. Soon she was moaning and squirming, her pussy leaking copious amount of love nectar. “My ass! My ass!” she started yelling. I looked up, and the guy was now licking up and down the girl’s ass-crack, flicking the tip of his tongue over her pucker-hole as he shifted his fingers from her clit to her pussy hole. I did the same, and Karen started going crazy. This was new territory for. Joanne Wilson smiled. She loved the fact that her boyfriend always referred to their former teachers as Miss, or Mrs. As opposed to herself who had always called them by their surnames, except Rebecca Mulligan, who she worshipped.“My boss Karen is Storey’s cousin, small world, huh?” She laughed.“Oh God. I just wish that you had told me about it that’s all. I wouldn’t have stopped you doing it if you really wanted to do it, that is?” He got to his feet and went to fetch the bottle of wine to.